Page 11 of The Silver Fox Daddy

An email from Charles immediately catches my attention. Opening it up, I growl at what I see.

“Custody meeting” is the subject of the email, and I already have an idea of what to expect.

I skim through it, finding a time and date that has already been set up to talk about custody options. I already know I don’t plan to budge when it comes to my sole custody status, no matter what she threatens.

I haven’t seen Jessica since she left. Any correspondence with her when it came to the divorce and original custody agreement came from her lawyer. This, on top of needing to find a new assistant, doing my job, and raising a son alone feels overwhelming.

Didn’t Monica lose her job?

The thought seems ridiculous at first. Monica would probably scoff at the idea of working as my assistant. However, she can’t go forever without a job, and her background as a receptionist makes her more than qualified for the position. I’m sure she’s a fast learner, too.

I smirk at the idea of Monica being my assistant.

Though, I’m not sure it would be a good idea considering what we did. Then again, didn’t I just purge thoughts of her tight, naked body from my mind? I should be fine, right?

The rational part of me still knows it’s probably a bad idea, but I don’t have many other options right now, especially with my ever-growing list of things I need to do.

I had planned to take a trip to see my parents tomorrow. Maybe Monica will want to take a trip to see her parents as well.

CHAPTER7

MONICA

“Is there a reason you wanted me to come over today?” I ask as I continue to type away at my computer.

“Can’t a mother just want to see her daughter?” Mom retorts, but something about the register of her voice tells me that isn’t the full case.

I eye her suspiciously for a moment as she continues moving around the kitchen making lunch, but ultimately turn my focus back to my computer.

I don’t remember it being this hard to find a job last time. While I have a little money saved up that’s allowing me to get by, it’s only a matter of time before that dries up. I need to find a new job as soon as possible.

“There’s literally nothing here, Mom.” I sigh dejectedly.

“Sweetheart, you’ll find something soon. Just keep looking,” my mom encourages, though her words don’t make me feel any better.

“I’ve been looking,” I grumble, earning me a pat on my shoulder as she walks behind me where I sit at the kitchen counter.

The sound of the doorbell ringing instantly puts a smile on her face, telling me she’d been expecting someone. Maybe that’s why she’s been acting weird.

When Mom comes back from answering the door with Jared in tow, I know it is.

“What is he doing here?” I ask angrily, not liking how I’ve been played like this.

Being surprised with Jared’s presence has always been annoying to me. Now, it’s worse because every time I see Jared or hear his name, I’m instantly reminded of what we did together.

I know I need to forget, but let’s be honest, how can I? I hooked up with the one person I dislike the most.

“Why don’t you hear what he has to say, Mon?” my mom says, quickly making an exit from the kitchen.

I hope she knows I’ll remember this.

“Hey Mon,” Jared says casually with a smirk on his face as he settles onto the stool next to me.

“Am I not allowed to have a good time at my parents’? Here’s an idea, you go to your own parents’ house. It’s only next door,” I say, gesturing in the general direction of his parents’ home.

“But I wanted to see you, Monica,” he says, an exaggerated smile on his face as he gives my arm a nudge.

I make a show of moving my arm away and pretending to wipe it.

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